I’ve been debating whether or not it would be appropriate for me to write this for the past two weeks. I am conscious of what it means to speak out because I don’t want my voice to silence others....
I call it the “eyesore of Evanston,” that ever-present empty storefront smack dab in the middle of the nicest part of downtown. Sandwiched between Chipotle and Andy’s, two storefronts with gleaming...
